Limericks 23-07-08 Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A priest who was truly asexual,
widely known as an intellectual,
had the smarts and the looks
and a house full of books.
But he turned out a homosexual.

A mosquito complained to the judge
that his brain had been turned into sludge.
When the spray hit his hide
he fell onto his side
but he never did carry a grudge.

When they buried the preacher from Butte
in his gold-plated cowboy suit,
all the people said WOW,
will ya look at him NOW,
he is handsome and utterly mute.

A black beaver, quite fond of his brother,
was having a drink with his mother.
If the boys shared a drink
they would have a big stink
since they hated the drinks, not each other.